Cock-a-Doodle Haven, a chicken RP. :D

[Amer]

(It’s been so long, idk if I want to do this. What time of year is it?)

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

(It’s been so long, idk if I want to do this. What time of year is it?)

Spring/summer. The chickens are free ranging .

 

[Amer]

(Awww if the weather presents no danger, where’s the conflict?
In fact, how will my characters’ backstories make any sense? Uhhhhhhh
I guess I’ll age them up. Gale, Parsnip, and Willow are grown up now. Less than a year old, but grown up)
Gale woke up, feeling a peck on her eyelids.
“Parsnip!” she scolded. She had grown up, same as him, with him by her side every day, yet she was still astonished by the change that had come over her small and scrawny friend. Every day, she seemed to forget what he looked like.
He was still small and scrawny, of course. Only about a quarter of her size, despite being two months older. But… He had the most gorgeous feathers now. Shining green-black and white. Tall comb, proud spurs. He was a rooster now, a cock, almost.
In her dreams, he was still the little slip of the thing that rescued her from the cold, white snow. The snow. She still dreamed of whiteness every night, even though green prevailed every day. She knew that Parsnip did too. Of course. The experience was too great and too terrible to forget.

But Willow had forgotten. Willow had moved on. She hardly remembered her past. Maybe because she had been so young. Maybe because she was so forgetful. Maybe because she lived so much in the present.

And of course, Gale had grown, too. She was a pullet, now. Though she had yet to lay an egg, her comb was reddening by the day. But not fast enough. She could see Parsnip, all grown up, a strutting rooster, but she was still a pullet, without an egg to her name. And that made him seem so far away.

 

[Amer]

(Meemaw) Willow fluttered down to the ground and began a vigorous search for insects.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

(Meemaw) Willow fluttered down to the ground and began a vigorous search for insects.

"Hello there Willow." Stephanie clucked a greeting as she turned over a pebble and found a tiny beetle. Hey, it was nutritious.

 

[Amer]

"Hello there Willow." Stephanie clucked a greeting as she turned over a pebble and found a tiny beetle. Hey, it was nutritious.

“Hello Stephanie!” Willow chirped. It was a real challenge to remember all of the names in Memaw’s flock, with her being alive for so few weeks, and not having a great memory. But she remembered Stephanie’s name, at least.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

“Hello Stephanie!” Willow chirped. It was a real challenge to remember all of the names in Memaw’s flock, with her being alive for so few weeks, and not having a great memory. But she remembered Stephanie’s name, at least.

“Find anything yummy so far? If not, there’s sometimes yummy stuff by the river

 

[Amer]

“Find anything yummy so far? If not, there’s sometimes yummy stuff by the river

“Is there?” Willow asked. “I’ve found a few grubs, but I’ve never tried the river before. Let’s go!”

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

“Is there?” Willow asked. “I’ve found a few grubs, but I’ve never tried the river before. Let’s go!”

“Wait for me!” Stephanie started run-flying to the river.

 

[Amer]

“Wait for me!” Stephanie started run-flying to the river.

Willow ran to the riverbank and began foraging there.